In slow motion brown fragile hands sway from side to side, As the glory of the Son of righteousness surrounds. Their green fingers clapped in time, as the hosts of heaven sound. Glory to the King! Who made everything that is above and in the earth! I heard them sing. He who walks upon the wings of the wind and we go where His Spirit blows! The hills shook as the fig tree waved and wild flowers bowed. Eyes beheld what man couldn’t tell of Wisdom’s works atoned.
Inspired by:- GOD.
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